uring to
smile and laugh as the occasion required; but now the tide of emotions,
which had been pent up all day, threatened to burst its bonds.

"What is it, dear?" said Gwladys. "What makes your voice tremble so?
There is something you are hiding from me?" and, flinging herself down
on the hearth-rug at Valmai's feet, she clasped her arms around her
knees, and leant her head on her lap, while Valmai, giving way to the
torrent of tears which had overpowered her, bent her own head over her
sister's until their long unbound hair was mingled together.

"Oh, Gwladys! Gwladys!" she said, between her sobs, "yes, I have
hidden something from you. Something, oh, everything--the very point
and meaning of my life. And I must still hide it from you. Gwladys,
can you trust me? Can you believe your sister is pure and good when
she tells you that the last eighteen months of her life must be hidden
from you? Not because they contain anything shameful, but because
circumstances compel her to silence."

The effect of these words upon Gwladys was, at first, to make her rigid
and cold as stone. She drew herself away from her sister, gently but
firmly, and, standing before her with blanched face and parched lips,
said:

"I thought it was too good to be true; that I, who have so longed for a
sister's love, should have my desire so fully satisfied seemed too good
for earth, and now I see it was. There is a secret between us, a
shadow, Valmai; tell me something more, for pity's sake!"

"I will tell you all I can, Gwladys, the rest I must keep to myself,
even though you should spurn me and cast me from you to-morrow, for I
have promised one who is dearer to me than life itself, and nothing
shall make me break that promise. Gwladys, I have loved, but--but I
have lost."

"I know very little of the world," said Gwladys, speaking in cold
tones, "and still less of men; but the little I know of them has made
me despise them. Three times I have been sought in marriage, and three
times I have found something dishonourable in the men who said they
loved me. Love! What do men know of love? Fortunately my heart was
untouched; but you, Valmai, have been weaker. I see it all--oh! to my
sorrow I see it all! You have believed and trusted, and you have been
betrayed? Am I right?"

"Yes, and no; I have loved and I have trusted, but I have not been
betrayed. He will come back to me, Gwladys--I know he will, some time
or other--and wil